I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Fifteen moons are sixteen round.

All the lights in the old town were turned off, and everything curled up in the endless silence of the night, sleeping peacefully.

The night wind was blowing, and the moonlight was pacing back and forth among the turbulent sea of ​​clouds. A crow came from the sky and landed steadily on the edge of the old eaves, shrinking its beak and not daring to cry.

At 03:30 in the morning, the iron door of Sheng Rong Seafood's back kitchen was pushed open by a hand.

"Quick, be careful." The person who came out at the head looked around with his eyes squinted, smoking a cigarette.

"You came here to help me, this fish is fucking heavy and smelly." When the person behind opened his mouth, there was a strong smell of alcohol, "Why are you panicking, it's so quiet in the night—"

The heavy snakeskin bag was dragged close to the ground, and the person behind was dragged to the door with great difficulty. When he raised his head, he bumped into the back of the person in front: "Hey, what the hell did you stop for..."

The part of the cigarette butt was burned, and the ashes fell to the ground, and the red light flickered.

"...What?" The snakeskin bag was completely removed from his hand, and the smelly liquid flowed from the bottom of the bag to the door.

The eyes of the people behind were fixed on the direction of the fingers of the people in front, and most of them woke up from the wine.

"Fuck." He cursed.

Half an hour later, the door of the trunk was slammed hard, and the white bread walked away in the dark night.

The crow gave a strange cry, and flew away from the eaves.

Everything returned to tranquility.

A week later.

The subway on Line [-] issued a notification that the glass doors were about to close.

A car full of people, although it is early in the morning, but the fast-paced city people are full of energy.

The student party leaned on the pillars to chat about exams and gossip, the gray-haired elderly group sat in a row, and some of the office workers were already holding mobile phones to discuss business.

The glass door that was about to close suddenly opened, and wind from nowhere squeezed into the compartment.

A tall man in a windbreaker walked in and lowered his head slightly as he entered.

"The door is about to close. Passengers who are close to the door, please pay attention to your clothes and be careful not to be caught..."

The man turned around, pulled the back of the windbreaker with one hand, and the subway door closed immediately.

The entire carriage was too quiet, and only the office worker who was talking about business had to whisper: "Yes, the price includes commission, RMB..."

The three 6s sounded somewhat panicked.

"Mom," a fleshy little hand raised up, "that big brother..."

"Shh!" The young mother pulled her little girl away in a flustered expression, "Don't point your fingers indiscriminately, it's rude."

The little girl was half-protected in her mother's arms for some unknown reason, and her little head still couldn't help looking this way.

The subway was running, and the dark glass door reflected the man's frowning.

The skin is an ancient brown that has been tanned in the sun for a long time, and the facial features are handsome and angular, which is everything put together——

Vicious, even... murderous, written inside and out.

The people in the carriage stood solemnly and solemnly. When the door opened for the third time, the man showed signs of getting out of the carriage.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom, that brother looks like a gangster!" The little girl still couldn't hold back.

The man's tall figure froze, and at this moment, the entire carriage was filled with deathly silence.

After only a second pause, the man strode out and the car door slowly closed.

Like your mother!

Xing Wen sneezed hard when he came out, and walked out of the station quickly wrapped in a windbreaker.

Pedestrians along the way consciously avoided, as if he was hiding a dynamite, powder pistol, and gun under his windbreaker.

Having experienced the first 25 years of his life, Xing Wen actually adapted to this situation quite well.

Looking fierce is not all a bad thing, at least when you are on the verge of being late for work, nothing is more important than a smooth road ahead.

As soon as he came out of the subway station, the cold air was blowing towards his face with the evil wind. Xing Wen, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, almost shivered in place against the cold wind.

Wear less fuck.

He simply ran, and it was still drizzling outside. When he got downstairs to the company, he looked at his watch, and it was 28:[-].

Xing Wen hurriedly swiped his face and swiped his card to enter the company, and rushed to the boss's office on the 21st floor at the speed of life and death. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and then opened the door directly.

"Old..." Xing Wen moved his eyes fiercely to the window.

There was a swivel chair there, and Mu Chen actually sat on it today.

"Morning." The swivel chair turned around, Mu Chen put on the cap of the pen, and smiled: "I'll pretend it's windy and rainy so you don't come here."

Mu Chen raised his hand and threw a book on his lap over.

Xing Wen accepted it subconsciously. It was his plan, and when he threw it over, a small piece of paper fell out of it.

"It's a mess." Mu Chen stood up with his hands on his hands, "I'll see a customer later, let's talk about planning after we're done."

Xing Wen's heart skipped a beat, and thousands of troops roared in his heart instantly.

The monthly opening up of the sky and the ground is beyond recognition, and it is rebuilt and re-behaved, and the planning and criticism conference is about to begin.

However, these are all ideas that Xing Wen would have in the past.

Today's Xing Wen is fierce and fearless.

He wanted to resign, and on the way here he had already stabilized the posture of "if I quit, I will be afraid of others".

"Boss." Xing Wen said loudly.

Mu Chen was stretching and walking towards his independent office at the moment, when he was called to stop and looked back at him.

After meeting his eyes, Xing Wen's head was instantly blank, but he still chose to just go down.

"I want to break up." Xing Wen said quickly and firmly.

As soon as the words came out, an awkward and short silence flowed between the two.

Mu Chen was the first to laugh, until tears came out of the corners of his eyes, and then he pointed to the small piece of paper on the floor: "Pay the money."

Xing Wen was in a mess, seeing Mu Chen leave as if nothing had happened, he picked up the small piece of paper.

There is only one line on the top, written by Mu Chen.

"My assistant, Xing Wen, is 30 seconds late today, and my salary will be deducted [-]."

Before the signature was signed, Mu Chen drew a little heart on that spot.

"I'm going?" Xing Wen crumpled the paper, doubting life.

Not long after returning from the finance department, a middle-aged man with sleek hair came to the office with his assistant.

Xing Wen was holding his mobile phone at the moment, and glanced at the WeChat message sent to him by his cousin Tang Yao yesterday.

Tang Yao: Resigning is like breaking up, you must be tough and resolutely break up with the sb boss!

Xing Wen's face was ashen, and he typed: "You fucking killed me."

No reply was received. At this point, Tang Yao was probably still lying down. The life of college students these days is smooth and slippery.

Xing Wen put down his phone and glanced at the door of Mu Chen's independent office.

Generally, those who can get in are either Mr. Du and Mr. Li, or the prosperous actors and models under the company.

This time it was Mr. Chen who came back, and he went in proudly with his stomach full. He didn't even pay attention to Xing Wen who was sitting outside.

"You, come on, come on." Xing Wen fell back on the chair.

In the past year as Mu Chen's assistant, he has never seen anyone who made money from Mu Chen.

Xing Wen knew that they were talking about something, so he simply stretched his legs, put the plan on his face, and started to catch up on sleep.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and Xing Wen was sleeping peacefully when he heard the inner door being pushed open forcefully.

Mr. Chen strode out like a ball, his face flushed red, Xing Wen opened his eyes, and got up to send it off in a calm manner.

"That damned Mu—" Chen Zonggang opened his mouth to scold, but the moment he saw Xing Wen clearly, his face turned pale.

The assistant he brought didn't dare to look this way at all.

"Damn Fox Mu, right?" Xing Wen added what he said, "It's okay, just scold as much as you want, he can't hear anything inside."

Don't ask how he knows.

"No..." The panic on Mr. Chen's face had reached its peak.

"No hurry, stay for a cup of tea." Xing Wen smiled.

Let's scold him happily together.

Xing Wen stretched out his hand, Mr. Chen yelled in pain, and hurried out with his assistant.

The door of the office room was slammed shut, Xing Wen couldn't help but smile, and the small lamp on the table flickered with a smile, it was Mu Chen who called him.

Xing Wen coughed twice and stopped laughing, took a deep breath and knocked on Mu Chen's door.

"Come in." Mu Chen said.

Xing Wen pushed the door open and walked in. Mu Chen was wearing gold-rimmed glasses that looked like a gentle scum.

The face is quite indifferent, without the joy and pride of making money.

Mu Huhu may have seen through the world of mortals, so find a temple as soon as possible to eat fast and chant Buddha, don't harm all beings...

"Go downstairs to buy coffee first, you have a cup and I have a cup." Mu Chen took off his glasses, leaned on the back of the chair and yawned: "Go quickly...so sleepy that it turns into water."

Mu Chen's skin is very fair, and it is easier to see dark circles than ordinary people.

This person makes money day and night every day, and he doesn't care about sudden death someday.

"No," Xing Wen said firmly, "I'm quitting, that's what I wanted to say just now."

"You really quit?" Mu Chen was not surprised, he only squinted his eyes.

"Five to nine, no one can do it alone." Xing Wen slightly looked down at him from this angle, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the tear mole at the corner of Mu Chen's right eye.

Although Mu Huhu is cunning and hateful, but objectively evaluated, he is really good-looking.

Compared with the artists recruited by his company, they are more decent, and they can be a model.

"Go buy coffee first, and we'll talk about resignation when we come back." Mu Chen naturally didn't know that his employees were actively thinking about ways to make a fortune for him.

"Hmm." Xing Wen frowned, then turned and walked out in response.

Anyway, even if you resign, it is impossible to leave immediately.

"Wait a minute." Mu Chen called to stop him.

Xing Wen stood still, in order to appear tougher, he didn't turn around.

After a long silence, Mu Chen said, "Put my coat on."

"What?" Xing Wen thought he had heard wrong.

"It's cold outside." Mu Chen leaned on his desk and looked at Xing Wen's back: "Before leaving the job, I had a cold and asked for leave, and my salary will be deducted."

Xing Wen: "..."

Five minutes later, Xing Wen appeared downstairs in the company wearing the fragrance of a capitalist.

Mu Chen's coat is a little narrow at the arms, he can only wear it as a drape, it's really quite warm...

But it's more like a gangster, okay?

Xing Wen took an umbrella and took a step forward, watching with his own eyes a dog circled around in a panic.

It's easy to be irritable on a rainy day, and you have to go back to negotiate after the coffee is bought.

Xing Wen crossed the road and received a call from the real estate agency while waiting for the red light.

"Hello, Mr. Xing, I am Xiao Chen, the agent who showed you the house last time." A rather unpleasant voice came from the phone.

"Hello." Xing Wen frowned.

He remembered who Xiao Chen was, he had nothing to do in the last two weeks, and ran to see the newly built real estate in Xinghe District.

The buildings in the city center really lived up to expectations, with a flat of [-] square meters.

Even if he worked for Mu Huhu all his life, he would never be able to buy a house in Xinghe District.

"We are very happy to tell you great news!" Xiao Chen said excitedly, "The price of the real estate you saw last time has been reduced!"

Xing Wen's head was full of black lines, and the red light jumped at this moment. He stepped out: "How much?"

"Current price—" Xiao Chen reported loudly: "Seventy-nine thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, one level!"

Click, the phone is hung up.

Fucking crazy, I thought he was an aunt who bought cabbage for [-] cents less.

Xing Wen strode across the road, bowed his head and blocked the number.

There was not much traffic on the road in this weather, and now the light was green again. By the time he suddenly noticed a black car heading straight towards him with full throttle, it was already too late.

Xing Wen quickly backed up, the car made a sharp turn with all its strength, and shoveled up involuntarily.

on purpose?For him?It's still... for Mu Chen.

Good guy, this must be a bloody mess.

Xing Wen glanced over, and after recognizing the license plate number and the owner's face, he suddenly closed his eyes.

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Received the file "Wake up your vest is off [Live]" for collection, the following copy:

He Yuan, the academic god of the Department of Architecture, Polytechnic University, is quite aloof, not much to say, he is a liver map, and he touches the marker pen from morning to night.

At ten o'clock at night, He Yuan opened his color test live broadcast room——

Kagaki: No. 12 color, it looks good, let's buy it. ()

Kagaki: This is the texture of putting cement on the mouth, and it is as dry as asphalt. ()

Barrage 1: The beauty blogger who agreed to be so angry, which construction site did Up come back from? 2333

Bullet screen 2: I have skr-like lips but insist on saying poisonous skr-like words, this anchor is really hard-core——

Barrage 3: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !

Xiao An, a freshman at the medical university next door, is quite decadent, can sleep right next to the desk, and holds the scalpel from class to get out of class

At eight o'clock in the night, Xiao An opened his dark cooking live broadcast room——

Xiao An: Today we try to create a miracle for Haagen-Dazs with a bag of mustard. Congratulations to Haagen-Dazs.

Xiao Eucalyptus: The bone is cut from the joint, and the inside is mostly fibrous connective tissue, which is convenient for cutting.

Barrage 1: I am also crying for my little brother’s peppermint sound today——

Barrage 2: Aren't you sleeping, baby? Why do you remember everything the teacher said!

Barrage 3: Who took him away? Batou Hui saw that he was processing dark dishes in a serious manner, QAQ

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An anniversary event organized by a website made the two people who disliked each other get to know each other again——

Kagaki: ...Are you also an anchor?

Xiao An: (Damn it, the anchor I finally fell in love with turned out to be the person I hate the most QAQ)

In order to wrap up their vests and live broadcast with peace of mind, the two anchors decided to rent a house and live together.

Since then, the live broadcast room of the two has become a new scene——

Kagaki: Try an Arbor Day limited edition today...

Barrage: Is the little brother passing behind the anchor a boyfriend!Ahhh, it's not too sweet to put on lipstick!

Xiao Euan: ...a candied horseshoe candied haws and tortoise jelly is ready.

(He Yuan passes by, digs a spoonful and walks away)

Barrage: Ah, ah, finally someone is willing to eat the food cooked by Zaier, the old mother is crying in a storm TAT

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Serving Instructions:

Steel Straight/God of Learning/Beauty Makeup Anchor Gong x Can't Wake Up/Mint Flavor/Gourmet?anchor by

This is a story about two anchors who met in adversity, joined forces, first lived together and then broke up with each other.

This article is also known as "Straight Men Choose Lipstick for You", "Culinary Art: Giving up at the Beginning", "From Architectural Design to Lip Stroke", "From Studying Medicine to New Oriental", "Slowly Bend You".

Note:

① Gongshou double vests, secretly poking poking as the anchor.

Attacking the live broadcast, he puts on his vest, while the subject of the live broadcast does not show his face and only speaks.

②Before awakening, the steel is straight, and the bending difficulty is level 12.

③Beauty and food are only the author's personal hobbies, and they have by no means risen to the professional level, so don't delve too deeply into the text if you read harmoniously